Friday . March 15 . 2002 . 6:18pm |
back to life, back to reality We're back from the wilds of Connecticut, at least for the weekend. Currently, I'm traumatized, because Joe pushed me into driving the car partway home, all part of an active campaign to get me my driver's license once and for all. It was good that he forced me, since without intervention, I have a complete disinclination to make any steps towards earning my license or learning how to drive, period. But unfortunately, between my nervousness and his complete disbelief of just how clueless a driver I really am, it made for a not so pleasant trip. He actually was impossibly patient with me. But I guess driving in the wrong direction straddling two lanes will make even the most even-tempered driver's ed instructor testy. I hate driving. Hate, hate, hate it. I don't know how people think that driving is so relaxing. It's terrible. Cars swerving at you left and right, kids darting out onto the street, complicated traffic rules to keep track of. If it were up to me, I would just take the subway for the rest of my life and leave it at that. Of course, that would mean that I could never leave the island of Manhattan, but I suppose I would be fine with that too. Oh, why can't we go back to the days when people just rode around on horse-buggies all the time? Much slower speed, a lot less stress. Like I mentioned yesterday, we're trying to get some preliminary wedding stuff scouted out this weekend, including possible sites for the ceremony and the reception. I actually had a nice reception site in mind, in Central Park overlooking the lake, but it turns out that they require a minimum of 150 guests for reservation of their facilities. ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY GUESTS? What do I look like, the president? I don't even think I've met 150 people in my whole life. The only way we'd be able to get the guest list that high is if we invited every single person in our med school class, and, you know, we don't even really like more than a small percentage of them all that much. So unfortunately, it looks like that site is out, which is too bad, because it looks like a really nice place. My parents had a dinner party there several years ago, and it was quite elegant, but simple. (It should also be noted that my parents also don't know 150 people between them. Maybe the restaurant changed their policy since then.) The second thing I guess we have to work out is the church. I don't so much require a church wedding or anything, since, you know, I have no pact with Jesus, but I think it's pretty. I think Joe and his family like the idea too. Unfortunately, not being a churchgoer, I have no idea where there are churches in this city. My only lead now is this one church on the Upper East Side where my friend Eric had his wedding two years ago. It's small, red brick, and very bright and simple on the inside. No scary crucifixes and such. So, you know, that's good. The only problem is that I can't quite remember where it is, but I'm sure we'll find it somehow. xo Michelle |
